It’s been like this now getting on for one week.
Day after day after day. Rain, pause, rain, pause, rain, pause, rain like hell, pause, you get the picture.
Here’s Bugs’s response.
Or maybe he wants me to brush his cushion.
What is, is.
Does this mean that we just give up to what is, and let the cat-hair accumulate on the cushion?
It seems more about:
(1) Letting go of attachment to what is not;
(2) Meeting what is; and
(3) Offering what is needed.
Applying this homily to Bugs’s and my current situation, the equation might look like:
(1) Letting go of attachment to Bugs as Mr. Sweetness when I’m grieving, when what is, in the moment, is Bugs as Mr. Confined Cat, who’s in need of energetic outlet and stimulation; and
(2) Meeting what is, when what is, is also that I need to work. And,
(3) Offering what is needed?
That’s the tough one.
same weather here….rain alllllllllllll this week (except for Friday)….as they say “April showers, bring May flowers” ya think?
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. In the — shakeshakeflapflapflap — present moment.
We are fufilled with a photo of Bugs. Offering accepted.
You are easy! Yay.
It’s been rainy here too, YEY! (for me it’s a good thing).
I thought Bugs was an indoor cat all the time. Is he not?
I’m glad you like the rain. I do too, in theory. Within limits. We’ve passed ’em.
Very much indoor. It’s really me I’m griping about. You may have noticed that as a continuing theme in this blog.
Hang in there Bugs. The sun is shining here finally; its only a matter of time before you are basking in it too.
I’m so glad to hear it for you guys. For us’n’s, I’m trying to gain perspective by thinking of summer here [shudder]. Where one doesn’t do stuff anything like basking — more like gasping.
Still looking for acceptance in the present moment. Maybe Dalai Dude can help me with this when he comes to town soon. Let us hope.
I would love that kind of heavy rain because I like the sound it makes on the roof. But poor bugs, he looks really cooped up and jittered. Its a tough time for all it seems.
Yeah. But — it’s quiet now, at last, Monday night — for the moment. He’s grooming. He feels your concern, no doubt.
I have read all of the blogs now and suffice it to say that I am in love with Bugs! His poses bring me such smiles and feelings of pleasure. I keep experiencing a sweetness inside me, a tenderness, even when he ate all of Hootie! To experience the joy he brings to you is yet another connection to you. So the visuals speak to me…as do your descriptions and your musings. Of course I love the Feldenkrais one that incorporates Yvan’s perspective. And I also am savoring the last wisdom about non attachment I have printed it out so that I remember. Similar to Byron Katie…these words however resonate more with me. Love P
Wow, that’s reeeally saying something, from the Donor of Hootie of Blessed Memory! That you still love Bugs anyway! I am so glad you’re with him and me on this journey, my dear.
I want to honor all the people who contributed to the nonattachment bit — all our NVC colleagues, and Frank — and Byron Katie, too. And YOU.